The Uses of Not

It’s cleaning day in the Autodidactive Society’s cave, and time for rehashing the old woes about having way too much Stuff and way too little space. I have the unfortunate habit of conflating acquiring with actually doing, and have had the somewhat belated revelation that I acquire as a way of putting off doing. If I don’t do, I don’t fail, but look at all of the great intentions I’ve purchased! Yes, this is a strong cup of tea with an ibuprofen chaser just waiting to happen.

I’ve known for years – probably decades at this point – that having too much Stuff is also a grand way to stifle creativity and one of the ways to actually get my projects done before my untimely demise is to pare down interests to a sparse handful at a time, and pare down supplies so I have the space to accomplish what I want to get done. Of course, I’ve also been dealing with the perfect storm of a dysfunctional marriage, undiagnosed and untreated ADHD, being a de facto single parent of three closely spaced offspring, and having zero time in which to deal with my smothered creativity. In other words, no time, no resources, and no head-space to get done what needed to be done, or to recognize that maybe I’m packing way too much into a twenty-four hour day.

Life intervened. Doesn’t it always? My marriage of nearly thirty years finally finished crumbling, my children simply aren’t children anymore, and the ADHD is being dealt with after finally being identified. Oh yes, and Covid-19 reared its ugly noggin. So: Static disruptor has moved on, may he have a long and happy life; the children can run the house without my constant input or worry about whether anything will blow up or fall down; I can finally start putting together the routine that I’ve desperately needed all of my existence, and I’ve been put in comprehensive lockdown so I can’t run away and ignore anything.

I have decades of intentions to deal with at this point. I have nearly a quarter century of accumulation in this house alone. I have so much Stuff that it would be really very easy to just throw my hands up in the air and retreat into endless looping of the Internet. In fact, I have a lot of practice in throwing my hands in the air and going down informational rabbit-holes. However – yeah, there’s always one of those, isn’t there? – I need to be creative again. NEED. I haven’t been able to be myself in so long that I’m about ready to claw my way out of my own skin. The less destructive option is the boring, in both senses, job of sorting out my Stuff and categorizing, culling, cleaning the vast screaming wilderness of it all.

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The Uses of Not

 

Thirty spokes

Meet in the hub.

Where the wheel isn’t

is where it’s useful.

 

Hollowed out,

clay makes a pot.

Where the pot’s not

is where it’s useful.

 

Cut doors and windows

to make a room.

Where the room isn’t,

there’s room for you.

 

So the profit in what is

is in the use of what isn’t.

 

Tao Te Ching

English version by Ursula K. Le Guin

 

I highly recommend getting your hands on a copy.

I'll retitle when I get a better one

May 19, 2020

We’ve developed a technique in this family out of sheer necessity and it’s generally thus:

Is X situation causing Y feeling, or is Y a feeling that is searching for a cause and X got in its way?

 

Because, yes, there are times when something happens and it causes all sorts of emotions and that’s all straight-forward and reasonable and explanations are a breeze. When it’s the other way around, however, it can be a complete and utter emotional bloodbath with nobody quite knowing what caused it or why it’s happening.

 

Am I upset because [insert name here] did something, or am I having a hormone storm and it’s bleeding out of my emotional system? Am I really worthless or am I just having some free-floating anxiety that’s caused by something utterly out of my control? I’m furious beyond words but is it really because something happened that doesn’t normally bother me, or could it be that I’m overloaded and a circuit just blew?

 

Today I’ve been feeling anxious, worthless, and helpless. I know I’m not worthless, so that’s got to be getting fed by the anxiety. I’m not exactly not helpless but I’m also not that out of control of my own destiny, so, anxiety feeding that as well. Root of anxiety? Ah, yep, concern over whether I’m going to be able to pay the bills this month. As it so happens, I am going to be able to keep the lights on and food in the fridge so I packaged up my little bundle of anxiety and put it back in storage. It never goes away, but I can manage to make most of its outings tolerable.

 

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Projects, I have projects. I have way too many projects. I suffer from project paralysis and overwhelm. C-19 - the event, not the disease - caused a short-circuit in my brain wiring and a kind of cascade effect where every part of my brain’s to-do list is failing and causing other parts to fail and it’s crazy-making because I really want to do everything that I haven’t been doing. Part of my short-circuit that I can identify and patch (it will never, ever be a permanent repair) is getting back to my bullet journal. I tell people that bullet journaling is awful, horrible, and awkward, and is just about the only thing that has ever worked for me at all so I keep changing and refining my techniques. Yesterday I added a project-planning app to my stew. It was inexpensive and so worth figuring out if I can fold it into my ongoing attempts at organization. One of the issues that I struggle with, project-wise and with life in general, is that I am incredibly time-blind and so I don’t really understand, comprehend, or otherwise recognize just how much time any given project is going to take. Well, time-blind just means I have to work harder and put a few safe-guards in to help me recognize and manage my limitations. Hopefully this project planning app will help because there is just so much I want to do before I shuffle off this mortal coil. I won’t get done with it all – I don’t really want to get done with it all – but I’d like to get closer than my current trajectory is taking me.

Accountability Post part deux

I failed to stay off of Facebook. In my defense, that's pretty much the only place some of my extended family can contact me. There is a family situation that requires being present in social media for the time being. I'll try again tomorrow - maybe I won't be able to stay off of it entirely, but maybe I'll be able to handle the required business and sign out again.

My real failure was my inability to stay away from my computer gaming. Got rid of all my games, downloaded three of them when I got home from school. Been futzing around on all sorts of time-wasters when I should be trying to get my skull around Revit. (I love Revit. I'm behind. I'm panicking. But if I fail and fall, it's going to be forward, damnit.)

My real challenge today is - again - my eventually-ex. We don't fight so there isn't that kind of tension, but we still have to share living quarters which can present interesting conundrums. I'm going to have to deal with an almost unheard of rarity: Needing to sleep in the same bed at the same time. (It would take too long to explain. Nobody's sleeping on the couch, nobody's sleeping in the metaphorical dog-house, we just have not shared the same hours in almost two decades. Not, by the way, my choice.) Normally I'd just putter around the house until he went to work but I have an early class tomorrow so I HAVE to get to sleep at a reasonable hour. It's going to be mighty peculiar in the old homestead tonight.

Hopefully this will be my last post of the day. I have about ninety minutes to get my head wrapped around what I'm going to be doing in class tonight and bullet journalling to catch up on.

Next time I think about taking on 15 units, I'm going to ask my best friends to slap some sense into me.